After finishing the hangover tea, Dexie obediently lay down on the bed.

Luke set the empty bowl on the nightstand and turned back toward her. Her eyes were already closed, her breathing soft and steady.

She looked peaceful, but a faint crease lingered between her brows. Even asleep, there was a trace of unhappiness on her delicate face.

“Dexie.” His low voice broke the silence as he gently touched her shoulder.

She groaned softly and batted his hand away, turning over to ...